Warehouse full of people
and someone turned out the lights
As the darkness went down on us
I prayed to be submerged in slobbering black orfices

We kept our steel-toes planted
Shaky hands on our hardhats

Warm dust from the floor flew into our lungs
And feverishly flipped our switches from
I like you
to I want to wear your tongue as a belt

As darkness gracefully hummed away at our cocks
Someone set fire to the nitrogen tanks
my dick
or flammable gas
I do not know which one is more explosive

Suddenly I awoke when the lights came on

As cum dripped down the vent and into the bathroom stalls
I realized I had spied all night
And it was now time to get to work

04/17/2007

Posted on 04/17/2007
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